Usually there would be five or six others there,
but I knew what he meant. We both just wanted to be together, to
be in the same room was enough. To be apart was unbearable.
So I'd grab my school books, hail a cab and go to the
studio. Since this was the same studio Jon worked for, I'd always
have the cabbie wait and Jon would take the cab back to my place.
He never missed an opportunity to have a shower, hot meal and a real bed
to sleep in. I think he spent more nights at my apartment that fall
and winter than I did. I know that I did most of my homework, and
a lot of my sleeping, on the beat-up, old, brown sofa in the studio.
I was desperately in love and I was sure Carmine felt
the same. Yet he never said anything.
I would talk to my dad about it. He would reassure me
that Carmine would tell me when he was ready.
"Just because he hasn't told you doesn't make it so.
He'll tell you in his own time and his own way. What have I always
told you?"
Portals
of Perception